winter – Ancient Skies

Autumn Birds Leaving

A particular gentleness swayed

through the tops of the trees,

in a crisp cold air

whispering,

letting me know

the autumn birds

were leaving.

The Richness of the Blue Sky

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As the winter sun deepens the richness

of the blue sky,

pine trees bow, honoring

the peace,

the sparkles

of the freshly fallen snow.

And flurries descend,

floating, swirling

in the afterglow.

Random Snowflakes

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Random snowflakes mix with the rain pounding

on our roof,

dancing off the pavement

as the wind stirs

the pine trees.

I pull back from the window

and I realize

it’s time for my favorite book,

and a cup

of Irish breakfast tea.

Soon it Will Be Christmas

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A cold wind descends, blowing through the pine ridge,

coming down from the mountain

sloping, traveling down over the boulders

and into the valley,

causing young and old

to sink further down

into their blankets, as they lay sleeping,

dreaming of bells on sleighs

and gifts under the tree

for soon, it will be…..

Christmas.

In the Softness

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It snowed again last night, and in the softness,

in the silence covering the Earth

I found a peaceful place

that special space, of the heart

in which poetry dwells,

living, even shaping us

as we become

part of the cold blue light.

Snow Clouds

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As I watch from my window, snow clouds drift in over the mountains, and I think of the ridge filled with pine trees,

and the boulder where I sat and prayed last summer, and that time when she still had cancer, and we held hands looking over the valley.

And I know now, it’s always about looking forward, refusing the scars or being controlled by them.

It’s all about hope and peace falling over us, like snow gently falling from snow clouds…….over the top of the mountain.

Into the Cold Light

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When leaves whither,

and the brilliance of autumn fades

hawks fly

into the cold light

of the winter sun.

The Beauty of Winter

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The beauty of winter never lives within the color white

or in the silence of snowflakes surrounding, swirling

around our heads as chrystals

take shape in mid-air.

The beauty of winter

is usually found in the peace

we hold in our hearts,

sacred prayers

from the quiet within.

Well, I guess snow

is quite beautiful too.

It Snowed Again Today

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It snowed again today, winter surrounding the autumn flame. He put on his hat and coat, remembering his younger days running, falling down, sledding down Tucker’s Hill.

He just stood there, feeling the silence falling, even though he was older now, he suddenly had an idea, involving a trashcan lid and the thrill of sliding down – Grandma’s Mountain.

As the Earth is Made New

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In every gentle snow God whispers in the wind

speaking peace into our spirits,

while filling our eyes

with hope

as the earth is made new

once again.

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